the soft sunlight from the sole window
makes me feel spring.
momentarily,
a chain that ties my heart breaks.
in spring,
my desire and despair
are meaningless.
i’m just cocooned in spring.
i’m just listening to whispers of tiny birds.
even if i die,
spring never dies.
even if i keep living,
spring is spring.
i can’t be a part of spring,
but spring is always a part of me.
Dear great spring,
please be my friend just for today.
Poetry and Me, Sometimes Coffee 